This octopus candle holder that my sister hand made in a pottery studio.
tell your sister good fucking job
This octopus candle holder that my sister hand made in a pottery studio.
tell your sister good fucking job
My oven has given up and is just giving me bullshit times
fucking dying. thank you for your wisdom tumblr user sexwizard
This man can’t be fixed. I can fuck him though. Maybe that will calm him down.
I find it endlessly fascinating that most humans just want someone who will get up in the middle of the night to close the windows with them when it starts down pouring. We want someone to dry our dishes after we wash them. We just want another person to do mundane activities with. We want to tell someone how the copy machine broke at work and we want to listen to how Debra is causing office drama again. We just want something so simple. We want human connection and honesty and to be bored with someone else instead of bored alone.
Karen Felts. “‘Some Lazy Psychiatry, Dr. Lecter’ Teacups, Narrative, and Hannibal’s Critique of Psychoanalysis.” Becoming: Genre, Queerness, and Transformation in NBC’s Hannibal, ed. by Kavita Mudan Finn, EJ Nielsen, 2019.